To The Cat

Cat of cats, Domino, was put to sleep on Friday, May 11th, 2007. He was my first pet.

My parents are having him cremated and are trying to figure out what to do with him after that. My dad, who was never a cat person but became a little attached to Doms, even suggested putting him in a wine bottle on the living room mantel. The same wine bottle, in fact, that my mostly non-drinking parents cracked open on that night after having Doms put to sleep. Domino would have been 18 years old on May 31st or June 1st. He was awesome. He was my kitty. When I moved out, he became my brother's kitty. I'll probably visit my parents once more in their house, but there doesn't seem to be much reason for that anymore without Domino. During his last week, Domino roamed the house meowing loudly with his ball (a foam thing bigger than his head) in his mouth. He was also fed steak and stole a giant broccoli stalk. Because the stalk was cooked and soft, he ate the whole thing. He deserved mashed potatoes with peas and gravy, and maybe cheese on the side, but I don't think he got those things. He wasn't spoiled nearly enough.

Long live Domino.

Love long Domino.

James says:

:(

I am very sorry to hear about Doms. He was a sweetie. I will never forget him greeting me when we showed up at your parents place that first time, or scratching his head while watching X-Men with Nick - Domino slept on a pile of laundry and purred the whole entire time.

Jeromy says:

That's very sad. I didn't meet him, but he sounded like an awesome kitty.

Long live Domino.